And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 568 | 2015-02-05 00:03:41 | 139.75 | 99% |
| 241 | 2015-01-29 19:27:47 | 110.87 | 94% |